just seems like ive hit a nerve with some......i love a bevy....actually having them now, on tthe border of thailand and loas,,,, in the family home...
Enjoy Comm. I'll be having a few tonight. And tomorrow. Probably Saturday, definitely Sunday! It's all about moderation now. I just hate those mornings-after, feeling like **** days now.
Drinking nearly a bottle of cider, smashed a prized ornament and was completely brahams and list and nearly comatose, and suffered. Never touched cider again after that. Got 4 cans of tequila beer from B & M for tomorrow night, and a glass of bailey's. Warning keep of Dissaronte spirits (spelling) I can drink 4 cans of special brew (diluted) but that stuff should be banned !
I've woke up in some really strange places after being hammered. Durham market place, Fencehouses cricket ground, Behind Meadowfield club where I scared the **** out of a woman after her dog woke me up by pissing all over me. And those times when you wake up in a strange bedroom & haven't a ****ing clue where you are - they can be scary.
oh, i have some tales to tell... but what is the point, it,ll all be fobbed off, by non believers. half eyebrows, bussted shins........and thats only hols.
Ha Ha worst place I have ever woke up was in a wardrobe in Trimdon street canny do that one but talk about ****ing cramp.
Mine would be like a novel of War and Peace but am away out for a few gargles before the match so it will have to wait. Little teasers tho have involved the police, sleepwalking nude whilst carrying a TV at 3 in the morning to my dads along past the Wavendon pub, climbing into bed nude with the future in-laws, swimming in Barnes Park pond at 5 ish in the morning then walking home looking like summit out of a Dr Who show with moss, algae etc all over our heads and on our bodies. The coppers face at the Mill garage was priceless. "Where the effing hell have you's lot been"? he said. "For a swim officer" was our reply. I think he knew at that moment it was pointless carrying on with the conversation. If I'm sober enough i may well post summit later. Even now when I should be more sensible I love the beer scooter taking me home meaning I havent got a scooby how I got there.
Washing basket is my trick mate, only when I'm on the JD though. Suppose the clothes are going in the wash anyway so that makes it okay, doesn't it?
Where do you start.... well, here's one. Suddenly woken by some lass screaming at me from behind "'what are you doing, what are you doing, blah...." i start looking around me and have no clue where I am or whose flat i'm in. I soon realise i'm standing in front of a TV, with my knob out pissing on it. the girl in bed behind me is very cute, whom I vaguely remember meeting at a party earlier, and directs me to the loo down the hall. anyway, back to bed, apologise and some. She actually thanks me, as her TV had stopped working properly but now she can get all channels! **** knows what i'd been on...but it was alright on the night
Brought back memories of a time when I was pissed in town and was heading of to the Mecca night club and somehow ended up below the Wearmouth Bridge and thought it would be a good idea to swim across the river rather than walk back up to the top. Luckily for me there was a couple of fisherman down there who stopped me going in and gave me a lift across i their car..
It wasn't an intentional swim in Barnes Park. There was a dare to run from one side of the pond to the other in the nude. One of the lads managed to stand on a spring from an old mattress and thought " if I'm going under you's are coming with me". Unfortunately he did manage to drag the rest of us under or we would not have looked like the Cybermen upon returning to the surface. Bloody hell its only about 18" deep I think. I remember waking up thinking what the hell is all this in me bed. Wiped the back of my neck and head to get all of this crap off only to find one of the other lads in the bed had spewed all over my head and neck during the night. The usual diced carrot being one of the nicer smelling ingredients. Wasn't funny at the time but hey ho funny memories now.
In Cologne for their festival for a stag do. Everyone in fancy dress and all day drinking, it was an amazing atmosphere. Was singing Keano songs heading towards a nightclub late on and (bearing in mind everyone is in fancy dress and everyone was leathered) I got turned away from the club for being too drunk. Fell downstairs in a bar where the restaurant was downstairs and toilets and the whole place just stared at me. Best stag do I have ever been on.
We had been drinking all day around Hexham, about 10 - 12 years ago. We were absolutely bladdered, and with us being so young at the time, the whole lot of us were full of bravado. Anyways, we got to a night club, I think it was named Donatello's? and after a drink we went straight over to the dance floor where they was already a few people on. My mate, who thought he was Jack the lad, decided to show off by doing a roly poly across the dance floor. Now anybody who has been there will know (which we didn't at the time) that the dance floor is about the size of a dining table. When my mate went rolling across the floor, a group of lasses simply moved to one side and that was the edge of the dance floor, he rolled straight off and went down the stairs and crashing through the toilet door breaking his arm in the process. I've never seen him try and be so cocky again since that incident.
I broke my own rule's a couple of nights ago thought it'd be good plan to drink the second bottle of Champagne that was sitting lonely in my fridge- after I had just far too quickly consumed the first one -I love the taste of the stuff but I always suffer awful hangovers afterwards - had a real busy NYE yesterday had to play a teatime wedding reception and then quickly followed by evening gig whilst nursing a headache from hell - first New Years Eve in ages were I've only sipped water
